the lost, confused way that Rufus talked that appealed to Betsy. Boldly Airi Taira reached out and pressed her small hand against his "I know how your bitch and Airi Taira feel," the pretty little girl whispered. "Sometimes I get all confused about... things like that too." She hadn't meant to do it, but as Airi Taira whispered to the big man Betsy's eyes had dropped from his face, to the fly of his jeans. When she saw his prick stir and jump under the near white denim, a lovely, hot tingling sensation flamed back to life between Airi Taira's slender "I... wouldn't have hurt you..." Rufus Bailey mumbled. He had his large head down and Betsy couldn't see his face. But somehow the little girl knew instinctively that he would have if she'd fought him. "It's just that you're so... pretty and make me feel...
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